I once set the fence on fire, oops, as the wind changed direction and for the same reason, the wind that is, I once set my hair on fire - it must have been the hairspray I was wearing - the smell of singed hair, eyelashes and eyebrows was awful. So guess what - I stopped having bonfires. But on Monday I thought I would treat myself, just a little one - pyromaniac, me, nah!
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
No smoke without fire
Had a good work-out in the allotment garden on Monday shifting loads of horse manure and compost to mulch the raspberry plants. The compost was very wet and slightly slimey, rather than the dry and crumbly texture I expected it to be, but I used it anyway. It was very windy but sunny so I enjoyed being out - and decided to have a little bonfire to get rid of all the stalky stuff that had accumulated. I love a good bonfire. That is something I miss now that everyone gets rid of their rubbish in wheelie bins, the smell of smoke drifting in the autumn air and tending the fire, pushing all the end bits in and trying to keep it going.